Help is a blanket

Help is a blanket.

It’s FiveMinuteFriday and I still do not have Internet. We have been in our new apartment for one month and installation is no where in sight. Usually, if I want to write, I hop in the car at six a.m. and head to Starbucks. I grab my coffee and then sit in he parking lot because I am usually not presentable to go inside. Today? I typed the entire post on my phone with my chubby little thumbs…even made my image with an app and it wasn’t easy. Most importantly, I hope this post about HELP will help you or someone you know who needs the encouragement. Happy Friday!

The year was 1983 and I had a busy life with a toddler, a husband, a house to care for and a job.

Then, I became sick. We were young, didn’t have insurance and I just thought it would go away as before. But a diseased gallbladder rarely stays too quiet. I laid on the couch in our living room slowly turning yellow, my mother had come to take care of me because the pain was so bad.

Finally, when I could stand it no longer, The Sweetheart insists I go to the doctor and I was immediately admitted to the hospital with severe jaundice and gallbladder disease. My doctor walks into the hospital room and mentions surgery.

Surgery? I was only 21 years old! He said it was the worst case he had ever seen and I was his youngest patient to operate on for gallbladder removal. Worrying about our lack of insurance, I asked if it could be put off and I just take medication. His words have forever stayed with me,

“I operate today or you die tomorrow.”

That will pretty much put things in perspective for you! I was petrified, letting the seriousness of the situation sink in, and fretting over my little one at home. Things happened so fast but someone thought to call our pastor and he was there to pray over me before they wheeled me away.

Can I say that this was truly the first time I had felt that supernatural peace of God? Before prayer, I was anxious, extremely sick and scared to death. Remember, this was before laparoscopic gallbladder surgeries. But as soon as he prayed for God to guide the surgeon’s hands and to give me peace and a quick recovery, it was as if peace was a blanket and they had just pulled it up over me.

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Help. Jesus came to help me as a young mother almost 34 years ago to remind me down through my life that all I have to do is call His name and He will be there to help me. He didn’t miraculously heal me so I would not have to go through the surgery but He HELPED me have peace that He was with me and everything would be alright one way or another.

Are you facing a mountain or something that seems impossible today? Let Jesus help you by relinquishing control and that peace of God, that truly does pass understanding, will cover you like a blanket.

 

5 thoughts on “Help is a blanket

  1. Nannette Post author

    Thank you so much for stopping by, Karen. God bless!

  2. Karen Zaghiyan

    Wow, Very interesting article while I was reading. And I am glad to know that you are alive. Hat’s of to you that you have faced all these problems. Yes, that’s true that God helps us any time in any condition. Thanks for sharing your story with us through this blog.

  3. Shauna Blaak

    Nannette, your blog totally took me back to my own surgery. Feels like another lifetime ago. Unfortunately, my gall bladder attack happened on our honeymoon (yes, I know, it sounds like a nightmare). We were on Vancouver Island, one week into our honeymoon, and I had to be rushed to the hospital. No one expects it when you are young.
    How did we survive? We loved each other (it’s only a honeymoon), and my husband made me a promise to take me somewhere HOT and TROPICAL for our 10th anniversary.
    Haha! Caribbean Cruise on our 10th… that definitely HELPED!

  4. Mary Hill

    Wow, God has His hands on you that day. Your writing blankets my heart with hope. Thank you.

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